His Life Will Never Be The Same

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Because Looking At Him Makes Me Feel Good

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The Wave of the Future

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Chris and I are sitting ten feet from each other in our living room, and we are communicating via instant messenger. I would like to think this is so he can continue listening to his new Tom Waits album and I can keep working on my paper over the Civil War in Tennessee. However, I know it’s because we are just lazy.

Oh No! She’s Got the Camera Out Again!

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The Road Less Traveled (because who the hell goes to Arkansas)

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I spent the last two hours of work asking my best friend slash co-worker to kill me and put me out of my painful half-assing misery. Unfortunately, she didn’t humor me. She just mumbled something about how I’m taking Wednesday off and she has to work. I’m not sure she has a leg to stand on there. Eight hours of a lackluster day of work in an empty office versus spending 7 plus hours in an SUV with my cat and my cat-allergic boyfriend traveling through the back country of Arkansas. Though the upcoming journey through towns like Portia and Bono sound exciting, I think sitting in my comfy office chair with the internet is equally appealing. (Note that neither actually sounds fun.)

Tomorrow is a big day. One that I’ve cried about on and off for the last month or so. Chris is meeting my crazy family, and I’m giving my kitty to my sister. Both are huge hallmarks in our relationship. Since we are becoming domestic housemates, I decided it was in our best interest for me to give up Cat. Chris’s whole face and body swells into one gigantic hive anytime he gets within a mile radius of my apartment, and since he already suffers from asthma and I suffer from his snoring, I thought it would be best if I didn’t introduce a gray fluffy ball of feline dander into his home. Though I absolutely adore my precious little bitchy kitty, I love my boyfriend too. I don’t want him to be inflicted with illness anytime he spends too many consecutive hours in his own home. And something tells me that it would end up in conflict, either between me and Chris or Chris and Cat.

I’m also hesitant for Chris to meet my family. He’s grown up in a very wholesome environment. His parents are still together, and from what I can see, everyone is normal. We live on opposite ends of the spectrum. While most people have to figure out their in-laws and how to act, Chris will need to get a feel for three very different individuals. Just like kids and foreign languages, I grew up with it and can switch back and forth easily. Chris will need to learn the difficult task of translating.

However, I think he’s getting, in the words of my mother,“mentally prepared” for it. Today Chris was exerting his I’m-an-independent-man-ness and doing things in spite of my requests. When I entered our relationship, I knew that he was stubborn and hot-headed so the occasional contentious attitude is expected and easily ignored. He did cross the line with too many jokes about women clearing the table on Thanksgiving day while men watch football and nap. Finally, when I asked him about his recent machismo banter, he stated, “I think I’m getting it out of my system knowing that I have to do what you say for the next few days.” Whether this is true or not, I’m going to accept the answer.

Tomorrow will definitely be a journey, both in mileage and milestones. One that I plan on capturing in a photo documentary. We’ll see what’s in store.

Daily Digestion 11.28.6

One Red Juicy Apple.

I know it was juicy because I woke up with a sticky mess all over my hands and arms.

To Every Thing There is a Season

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Today is the coldest day so far this fall. The weatherwoman said there was a slight chance of snow, and though I’m doubtful of its arrival, the presence of gray snow clouds lingers in the sky. Kitty keeps staring at the falling leaves through the back sliding door, occasionally clawing at the glass. If I didn’t worry too much, I would probably let her go outside and pounce on the crinkly piles. As I sit in my warm house and lazily do my homework, it occurs to me that this will be my last Sunday to spend alone for awhile, possibly for the rest of my life. Even though I love Chris’s company, it does make me a little sad. I’ve really learned to value my solitude.

Last year at this time, I was desperate for peace. When I moved into this apartment last November, I had never lived alone. If you’ve never lived by yourself with your own thoughts as your only companion, it is something I recommend. I have learned to accept my strengths and weakness. I have challenged myself to overcome my past and the influences of the outside world. I have even frustrated myself and had no one to blame. It has been an enlightening experience, and if I’m being honest, one I’m a little sad to see end.

I am really excited about my upcoming move. When I woke up this morning in Chris’s bed and his arms, I had a feeling of comfort and love that I’ve only felt with him. He has been and continues to be a blessing in my life that I will always be thankful for. I know he will never ask me to give up any of myself or the lessons I’ve learned in the past year. I know this next year will be filled with as many discoveries as the last and probably more positive ones, but I know I will never feel the exact same peaceful feeling that I know right now.

Sweet Death

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The Colors of Cold

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Da da da da…You Should Go…

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Yesterday I went to TJ Maxx to buy Chris’s ornament for our Friday Ornament Exchange that Chris and I are doing from beginning of November until Christmas. I’ve always had mixed feelings about TJ Maxx. While you can find some kick ass things there, like $110 BCBG pants in a kid’s size 12 for 14.99, some things are questionable. Especially all the rejected American Eagle and Limited clothing with black lines drawn through the label. Those are the shirts you get really excited about only to get them home and realize the sleeves are three inches too tight, and you look like a stick figure with huge hands and lines for arms.

In addition to the irregulars, they offer a large assortment of rejected items. If you’ve never been to TJM, these items are the ones that your weird Aunt, the one who is married to that guy that tries so hard to be cool but comes off like a junior high kid in resource classes, gives you for Christmas. The kinds of gifts that cause you say, “Oh! How lovely! Where did you find this?” (Only asking in hopes of returning it). These are the lovely gifts that I found on this visit. (Pictures taken with my camera phone and sent to Flikr via a kick ass feature.

I’m not really familiar with Buddhism, but I don’t think Gautama Buddha, when founding the religion in around 500 BCE, intended on people buying his likeness in wax and burning it. Something about this seems wrong. THUMB SUCKING ANGEL
I want to know a couple things. One, why is this angel sucking its thumb? Does God want Angels with crooked teeth? I wouldn’t think so. Two, why does this angel have Jay Leno’s streak of hair color.

Elephant Daisy Chain
This is the scariest thing at TJ Maxx. I think elephants should have a strict “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” policy when carved out in wood. And for those he want to know, they are $14.99.